My parents called this evening. At the very end of the conversation my father warned me that the cat - yes, the same old cat - is probably "on her way out."
So I has a Sad.
I told them they were NOT to do any kind of heroic measures to keep her alive until I got there - it was more important to me that the cat was not suffering than that I got to see her one last time. (And honestly, I'd rather remember her as she was than see her suffering and emaciated.)
(Okay, maybe that doesn't read right. What I mean is, I don't want them to think that it's at all important to me to be able to say goodbye to the cat in person, and so they do things to keep her going after she's ready to be gone. I know I'm not making much sense.)
The vet is trying a program of rehydration - she said that the cat is not yet in such a bad state that she wants to euthanize, and sometimes rehydration does bring the animal back to a reasonable quality-of-life for a while.
But I'm preparing myself. (And yes, there were tears over the phone. And not just on my end of it.) It's been 20 years since I last dealt with this so it's a hard feeling to remember. I tell myself though that I managed to move on after Sam left us, and I'll manage now.
So if I go quiet for a day or two before I do leave on my break...it'll be because I don't quite feel like talking. I know you'll understand.
I'm going to allow myself this evening to cry and be sad and feel bad about this; tomorrow morning I have class again and I will have to be on top of things.
4 comments:
I'm really sorry to hear about that. Ill be thinking of you all.
Our thoughts are with you and your parents. Hydration can provide wonderful results, if the cat finds it worth doing.
Yes, the cat. Athena liked the results of sub-cutaneous fluids enough that I did it every other day for 3 years. KittyHawk, on the other hand, decided after a couple of treatments that it wasn't worth it for him. The cat will make her wishes known.
We are thinking of you, and crying with you.
You made perfect sense to me. Always said to loose a companion, even if it is a long distance companion.
Oh, that's hard. I went through a really similar thing right around when I was moving; my housemate during my senior year of college got a dog when we moved into that house, and she was sick and going downhill when we stopped a few months ago, on our way across the country. The dog and I were still buddies though I hadn't lived with her for a while.
I'll be thinking of you, and of the tough kitty.
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